| Details for A Stroll Down Knockturn |
| Summary: | Young Wizards show up in Knockturn. Again. This time it's a Ministry chap who finds them. |
| Date: | 01 Jannuary, 1939 |
| Location: | West Knockturn Alley |
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While no store openly advertises an interest in the dark arts, it's common knowledge that if you want information or items of the dark arts, this is the area to come. Knockturn Alley is, itself, dark. The shops lean over the walkway like in Diagon Alley, but space is so limited they actually come close to meeting and limited light reaches the ground. To combat this somewhat, magical street lamps are lit all hours of the day and into the night, but even they don't do much to combat the spooky atmosphere.
Gage steps out of yet another shop with nothing, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he begins to walk along the street. The tall boy is dressed in mundane style clothes - sweatshirt and pants - with his long coat thrown over top. His dark blue eyes wander the streets, his eyebrows furrowed deeply. The energetic girl bouncing next to him is given a look, and he shrugs slightly. "I don't think I'm gettin' anywhere," he says lowly in a deep, Irish accent.
Arevan doesn't seem to be all that downhearted with the search. "Well I tried 'swordfish'. 'Swordfish' is always the secret code in the movies. He didn't have to look at me like that." As usual, she glances around the Alley hopefully as they emerge. Only here does she seem slightly disappointed. Seriously, not one raving vampiric dire wolf or a amphibious multi headed shark in sight.
He doesn't like Knockturn… not at all seedy sorts and worse tend to prefer it… and Cassiel likes to think of himself as an upstanding gentleman. But… there were rumors of a few Muggle novels having been brought in, and of course no respectable bookstore would have such… so here he was.
And then he heard voices. Young voices. The whiskers on his cheeks practically bristle with annoyance. Hadn't they heard about the muggings? And so it is that the two younger students may find their path quickly impeded by the throat-clearing presence of a cane-wielding, mutton-chop sporting wizard dressed, as they would likely recognize it, like a detective from 20 years prior.
Well, Arevan speaks and Gage listens, but he doesn't reply. Typically, he silently thinks as his eyebrows lower and crease, thoughts running through his head. The boy's broad shoulders rise slightly in answer, a snort escaping him. "That's…" he starts to mutter before he's instinctively taking a step back when their path is blocked. As his gaze lifts to peer up at the man, he scowls in annoyance while taking another step back. He can only assume that this man is another bloody annoying adult set on interfering. They all do, after all.
"I tapped the side of my nose and everything. Rude was what that was." She goes on. She nearly walks into the man, only Gage stopping and moving back catches her attention. "Oh excuse us…" She quickly takes in his state of dress and his position and goes on, "sir. Is there something wrong?" She asks, straightening slightly and even raising slightly onto her toes to appear taller, and even attempting a slightly older voice.
Problem. Both are muggle-born children. And Cassiel? Is a liason that specifically handles such students. It's possible that he may have even been a part of their initial integration. Regardless, he's got a good memory, and it only takes him a few moments to suss out who the two are. "Hart. Van Dragor." He taps his cane on the ground, "I'm assuming neither of you have been made aware on the recent rash of muggings of students in this area?" There's a bit of an air of authority to him, though…
"Are you also aware that there are patrol teams who are not fond at all of discovering underage students here without their required escorts? Ones that just passed behind the two of you and saw you with me just now?" He pauses, the demeanor melting quite quickly, "What is it /with/ you kids this week?"
Gage snorts in reply to the muggings. Whether it concerns him or not, in his imagination there is far worse than /muggings/. He's already afraid of the dingy marketplace because of what he believes, so he really doesn't need an adult to try and frighten him further. Gage glowers up at the man while he shoots a look over his shoulder at the mention of a patrol. His dark blue eyes trail off, looking around at the nearest buildings as he considers.
Arevan reaches out and grabs Gage's elbow with one hand. "Sir? This is Master Gage, he was the hero of the Black Lake. He was going to teach those mugger a thing or to if they tried to mess with the Pirate King." She says proudly. "Besides, I thought that only happened in Nocturn Alley."
Cassiel rolls his eyes at the two students, "Well, there has been a few suspected murders as well, both alleged victims Muggles, but I'm sure that information doesn't interest you as much as it does me." He then points the young woman toward a nearby street sign with his cane. One that indicates that they are on Knockturn Alley. "Be that as it may, I was actually doing you both a favor… but I would encourage you to head back to Diagon Alley proper until you have a proper escort."
Gage's gaze is dragged onto the girl when her fingers touch his arm. He stares at her with furrowed eyes as she speaks, not interrupting with words but irritation does flick over his expression. "We're goin'," he suddenly mutters lowly, not nearly as talkative as his companion.
Arevan's eyebrows rise in interest. Then flick to the sign, her mouth falling open slightly, "Oooh." She looks around as if for the first time. Her eyes flicker and she clings to Gage's arm a little tighter, "Oh but sir, both our parents are muggles. So they would be in even more danger than us… Maybe YOU could be our escort? I bet you know every shop." She gives him her best smile.
Cassiel chuckles, noting Gage's reactions, and shaking his head, "Had they not seen me, a known Ministry Member, with you, Master Hart, you would already be being dragged back to the Ministry until someone, likely a prefect or a House Girl or Boy, could vouch for you." He then looks to Arevan, and nods, "I would, were I not already involved in a rather… sensitive matter that I've already delayed beyond what I should… but I'll not see you mistreated by someone less… forgiving. But in the future, you can set a time with my office and I would be happy to."